Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.
John was still in another world, it would seem, dreaming about one of the girls whose image he kept in his wallet. He was mine, but I wanted more. A few hours had passed and it was possible that the friends that had deposited John on the bench at the boardwalk had returned to their lodgings.
After disengaging myself, I got out of the car and went around to the passenger door and opened it to give me a few last sure minutes of total access before getting John's slacks back in place, without the protection of his Jockey shorts, for the ride back into town. Before returning to the driver's seat, I got the room key out of his pocket.
The back of the tag was embossed with a P.O. Box and the guarantee of postage if dropped in a letter box. On the front it had the hotel name, and a house and unit #. A couple of the downtown hotels had bought up nearby summer lodging houses a number of years ago. They rented these two and three bedroom apartments with a kitchenette by the week or month only keeping their main rooms for shorter rentals. It appeared that the graduating seniors had booked one of these. One of the graduates had probably stayed there with family a previous Summer and booked it early for their graduation week at the beach. Or perhaps it was a graduation present from parents or grandparents.
Finding the location easily, I drove around the block slowly. The area seemed dead enough so I pulled into an alley just to the side of their building. John was still out cold, but I had no idea for how long. Opening the passenger door, I turned his upper body so that I could slide him out onto the grass, just behind a picket fence. I put his wallet back in his pocket and giving him a parting grope. I realized that I needed to pee badly, so I got a large styrofoam cup out of the car and after filling it I prepared the next possibly necessary cover. Slowly I poured my own warm pee down the crotch and lower leg of John's chinos. At times I have even used a smaller quantity of my own pee on a drunk while he was in my car. If I am concerned that he may regain consciousness, this provides a wonderful subterfuge and total confusion and embarrassment for him, granting me not only greater control but an explanation of why I am trying to get him out of my car and or "mopping up" his crotch to keep it off of my upholstery.
I pulled the car to the other end of the alley and parked on the side street. I could hardly contain myself. Here I was with the key to who knew how many rooms and more importantly how many drunk and/or sleeping high school grads.
Always the good Samaritan, if anyone was awake I would invoke their help getting John in. If not, I would see how else I might help.
Walking back to the entrance with a last check on John, I put the key in the lock and slowly released the latch. Opening the door I smelled vomit right off. The lights were all on in the living room as was the TV. On the sofa was a passed out young man with a Marine style buzz cut jeans and a white T-shirt. His head was hanging over the edge and whatever he had consumed over the last several hours, that was not already in his blood stream, was deposited on the floor beside the sofa.
Moving on to the bedrooms, to know exactly who and what else I needed to contend with I found that this unit had three bedrooms. The one was empty. Another had the couple that had left John on the bench. There was no air conditioning and the windows were open. They were both breathing deeply on top of the covers. She in her bra and panties, he in his white Fruit of the Loom briefs. The third bedroom had twin beds each occupied. The one young man was the one that had poked John in the car to see if he could talk with him earlier in the night. He was snoring loudly.
I should tell you that I have had several opportunities to explore the body of a drunk/sleeping young man when he was with his girlfriend and this is perhaps one of the most exciting experiences that I have ever had. There is something about a boy and girl being together, obviously each with budding hormones pulling them together and then to have them both surrender by losing consciousness. Each has in a way forsaken the other and left not only themselves, but their partner as well, vulnerable to whatever fate or more specifically what I may choose to do with them.
Do you need to ask where I will begin? First however, I went back through the rooms checking to see if I had missed anyone and to see that everyone was comfortable. Looking out the front door, there did not appear to be anyone out on the street. I put the chain on this door, so that I wouldn't be surprised by any more late arrivals. I also found that the kitchen had a door out the back which was not far from where I left John. There was no key for this door, just a dead bolt. This could prove useful later. There was a cold pot of coffee by the sink. I helped myself to a large cup wanting to be at peak alertness.
Returning, yes, you were right, to the young couple from the beach, I watched their young bodies curled next to each other as I could only imagine what they have already experienced in their short lives. She clearly had gotten to party as she wanted and neither was feeling any pain. Both were breathing deeply in slow even rhythm. I placed my hand gently, but firmly on his abdomen and just felt the warmth and movement for a while. It's at this stage that sometimes it is all I can do to keep myself calm enough and not just stand there shaking.
You may have gathered from what little you know of me so far that my excitement is heightened by knowing the name and something about my subjects. Also while I strongly believe that nothing ventured nothing gained and there is no way that any of this is without risk, I also do not believe in taking unnecessary risk. I can't tell you how many possibly golden opportunities I have passed up or bailed out on to error on the side of safety. While looking back, I sometimes regret and fantasize about what might have been. This caution has also kept me safe thus far and trust me I have not gone without my share of scores.
On several occasions, I've watched as someone else has picked up where I left off. Watching both with fascination and sometimes regret that I had not pushed ahead myself. Rarely have I joined in with someone that I did not know.
Enough background and back to the couple at hand. He had the nicest treasure trail down into his Fruit of the Looms. There was just enough light from a floor lamp on the far side of the bed to see his goods as I gently pulled his waistband out and down. His shorts and shirt were on the floor beside the bed. Reaching down, I pulled out his wallet. His name was Bill and he was from the same High School and had been on the same teams as John. He was about four months older than John and slightly more developed. He had his girlfriend's high school I.D. in his wallet, but she had gone to the Catholic School in the same town. Her name was Jennie. If only her parents knew what she left herself open to. All things considered, it could have been much worse for her than to have had it be me. She would be a player, but it was he that I would ravage, given the chance.
